The Faded Portrait

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The mud of the valley floor was not merely wet but alive, a slick, breathing membrane that pulled at your boots with a viscous, predatory suction as you trudge forward, the weight of your uniform heavy not just with the wet wool and the brass buttons but with the crushing, silent expectation of a town that has forgotten how to speak in anything but whispers, your breath pluming in the cold air...

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